I Miss You

I miss you! I want to be close to you, hug you, hold you tight. I hate that we live so far away from each other… I just can’t stand it being at your place too long. One of us needs to get a place of our own. Soon!

I miss you so much…

(This is my 400th post by the way)

Relationship

I need to talk to boyfriend. Before I write about anything here at least… I’ll try to meet him up at work after he gets off.

Also, I’m hungover. I graduated yesterday. I was drunk for the majority of the day^^ More details later.

What Bothers Me

What bothers me the most about this shit isn’t that you’re talking to her really. It’s how when you are talking to her you say it’s only when you happen to be at the club at the same time. When you’re not talking to her you have to ignore her on IM, her texts and e-mails. It’s like you minimize of the contact you have with her, which to me makes it look like you’re hiding something.

Why Can’t I Just Get Over It?

I just can’t help but feel hurt every single time this happens, but I can’t get over it. It’s like what she did doesn’t matter at all or like you just think I’m over reacting. I know you think I was making a big fuzz over it before, so it’s not that far fetched to think that you still think so.

I will never understand how quickly you get over things, just like you won’t ever understand that it takes me quite a while to get over something. I just wish you knew how hard this is for me, how sad I get… I feel ignored and belittled. Like what she did doesn’t matter at all, like she was just really nice or something.

Lyrics

I’m in love with you,
And every little thing you do,
I’m in love with you,
Hey,hey,hey,
I’m in love with you,
Can’t take my eyes off you,
I’m in love with you!

These words are my own
They’re from my heart
I love you, I love you
That’s all I got to say, can’t think of a better way

And that’s all I got to say
I love you, is that okay…?

Phone Conversations

The telephone is a very good invetion. It allows me to talk to you even when I’m miles away. I called you today. You asked if I was a mind reader cos you were thinking about calling me.
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“Can you hear the music I’m playing?” you asked me. I could, but hadn’t started listening ’till you asked. So I waited for the next time the chorus could be heard. I don’t know the name of the song, but I recognised the lyrics.
And the lyrics made me smile. You make me smile.I might not always be happy and smiling, but you can almost always make me feel better. Just the fact that you don’t run away screaming when I’m down mean a lot to me. That you will stay and comfort me, hug me, means a lot.

We talked some more. I like talking to you. I said something about my birthday coming up.
“Yeah, in [xx] days,” you said. Always makes me happy when people remember my birthday.
“Pity it’s on a [weekday] though,” you said. My birthday is on the weekday you like the least. Next year it won’t be though ^^

And next year I’ll be turning twenty. Much funner age than nineteen. Nineteen is a boring in-between age. Eighteen is a nice age and at twenty you are no longer a teenager.

You are not a teenager any more. Haven’t been for a couple of years. Does it differ much? Or is there no real difference? In a way I don’t really care. I like being a teenager ^^

Love you!

I Love You With All My Heart

I was going to write a long post about some things that bothered me, hurt me, and generally pissed me off. Then you called, and since that post was mainly for you to read, I was able to talk to you about most of it. And I am going to do my best to get over this shit now, cos it’s the last obstacle I had to trust you completely. This was the only thing I felt like I couldn’t really talk to you about. I think I managed to explain how I felt about the whole mess and some of the things you said put it all in perspective for me. I love you.
I love you. I really do. Right now, and probably for a long time to come to come, I love, trust and care for you more than anyone else in my life. You just came along from somewhere and became the most important person in my life.

I mentioned you being on my case about homework, I let you read that post and you said that you really just didn’t want to take time from my homework. You didn’t want me to miss out in school for your sake. My point with posting that was that I seriously need to think to come up with anything negative about you, and when I do come up with something it’s stuff that don’t even matter. You aren’t perfect… But you are perfect for me. It feels like you make me whole and I can’t imagine life without you.

I can’t hide when I’m feeling down from you, you’ll see right through it and just be there for me. You know me well enough to see if something makes me sad. Half of the times you’ll even know why without me telling you as well. And when I am sad, you’ll hug me and make me feel better. Even if you can’t make me happy in a second, hugging you makes everything feel better… And I seriously mean everything.

When we’d just gotten back together I was really scared it would end again. It didn’t and now it feels like we’ve been together forever, when it’s been nearly seven and a half months. (Seven months, a week and six days)

I remember once when we were going to rent a movie and were looking at different movies trying to decide which. We were looking at different ones and I remeber you vetoing “Save the last dance”.
Then we finally settled for some action movie and on the way to pay for it was saw some asian B-movie with lot’s of kicking and jumping in it. You picked it up and I said something about liking that kind of movies.
“Really?” you said disbelieving.
“Yeah,” I answered honestly.
“Can I find a more perfect girl?” you asked, more yourself than me.
“I’m not perfect,” was my response.

There are a lot of little things like that I remeber over time. And I hope for a lot more of those moments to come.

I love you with all my heart. I don’t know how to properly make you understand how much I love you, how much I care about you, how important you are to me.

I love you.